Charlie screamed as Dean whipped the Impala across the double yellow line, just missing an approaching semi-truck, and blasted past a fire engine red Porche Boxster before moving back into the right lane.

"Scared?" he shouted.

Hair whipping across her face, Charlie flipped him off with a wild grin. "Bring it, bitch!"

Ten miles later they blew past a highway patrolman poking along at measly 80 mph. The patrolman instantly flipped on his lights and gave chase.